Getting ready for dinner

At my mom’s, there is only room for 2 (of 4) chairs at the table when she’s not having company. Thusly, she keeps one of the other chairs in her room and when it’s time for dinner, I usually go into her room and grab that chair. Tonight, Dash disappeared and Ian and I were wondering where in heck he had run off to. Ten seconds later he reappears, coming from the bedroom, carrying the chair (which is quite a bit larger than he is), plonks it at the table, climbs up, and waits for dinner to be served.